The Ghost of Calhoun Street
My mom is on furlough from her job this week, which isn’t great on one level, but it did mean we got to eat lunch together today at Carolyn’s in Midtown. Last night I explained on the phone to her that it’s close to the corner of 14th and West Peachtree.
“You take 75 South to the 14th Street exit and hang a left,” I said.
“I know. I did grow up there, you know,” she said with a hint of exasperation.
She lives in Marietta now, but grew up in the same house on Calhoun Street near the Georgia Tech campus that her father grew up in.
As we ate today, she discussed a vacation she took recently with my dad to Oregon where they were given a private tour of the Spruce Goose. Then I told her about the trip to St. Augustine Amber and I are planning for next month, mentioning that we were going to go on a ghost tour.
“Mostly, I think ghost tours are a good excuse for people who are into history to talk about history without other people realizing they’re hearing about history,” I said.
We discussed other explanations of supernatural occurrences: materials absorbing sounds, hallucinations caused by poisonous chemicals, the Theory of Relativity.
Then my mom asked, “did I ever tell you about the Ghost of Calhoun Street?”
When my grandfather was a teenager, both his parents were killed in a car accident. They were severely burned and died about 24 hours after the fact. My Great Aunt Jane, who is my grandfather’s little sister, gave an account of this story when the Medical College of Georgia interviewed her a few months ago. I also have a video of her telling the story I will publish eventually.
Some years later after they died, a screen door on the house at Calhoun Street would slam open and shut over and over again at night. My mom and her brothers and sister heard it too. They would get up to look at the door sometimes, but there was no indication it had been jarred loose from its frame.
My mom said they figured it was just blown by the wind. My grandfather took it down one day, but the sound of a screen door slamming open and shut never stopped as long as they lived in that house.





